Ms. Russo kept her deep brown hair long, hanging to the small of her back, ending right where her luscious bubble butt began. But it wasn’t just her...body. The woman had strong cheekbones, full lips, sparkles of green in her brown eyes, and if she decided to give you a seductive look, you were hers.On top of all that, she was intelligent and outgoing. She owned a string of companies and it wasn’t from sleeping her way to the top. She had a keen business sense and no-nonsense attitude that. ’ ‘Of course not. Not for one moment.’ He smiled happily and lay back in his seat, his hand firmly holding hers. Not for one moment, no, that wasn’t quite true. There had been a hesitation, a questioning of what was right and wrong, and of feelings. Even now there was still a lingering doubt, faint, but most decidedly present. She put her head back and listened to the soft whoosh of the engines. ***** The roar was deafening as the B-17 bombers took off. June Markham looked up into the sky, both. Once herskirt followed suit, she would have to drive home naked, knowing she would eseen, or, continue her task. Reluctantly, she unzipped the skirt, and allowedit to fall at her feet. Stepping out of it, she lifted it from the ground,found a stone and wrapped the skirt around it, and threw it into the river. Itlanded mid stream, and immediately started to sink. Now naked, Amy knew she had little choice. She could, of course, walkback to her car and drive home, but there was a certainty that. Then, my husband did something very loving. He bent his head down and suckled my breast. Neither of us planned for this to happen.The months that followed were some of the most intimate for us. He suckled my breasts every day. We researched erotic lactation and discovered other couples engaged in this intimate act. It was a special time for us every night, with both of us receiving pleasure through this new experience. I find it hard to explain except to say we felt deeply connected. Erotic.